Each morning this week, I’ve spent my commute listening to the speeches and recap of the previous day’s Democratic National Convention. And I’ve cried. The big, ugly cry, every morning. The kind where you need to fix your makeup in your car before you go inside. I really didn’t expect to feel this way. I thought that seeing Hillary get so far in 2008 and succeed through the primaries this year, that the convention and the official nominating would just sort of be another step in the process. But it’s not. It’s a big freaking deal. And I get it now.
Category: Gender Gap
This week I’ve been completely absorbed in….absorbing. September saw several significant releases of great reading on women and work, so my writing output has plummeted as I curl up with a virtual stack of articles, reports, research and books. We all have restock the shelves from time to time, literally and figuratively, so this week’s post is a round up of what’s in my stack.
My dad tells the story that on the day I was born, I exited the womb demanding to know, “who used to be in charge here?” Confidence has never been something I’ve lacked – for better or for worse – but that doesn’t mean that I don’t experience self doubt. The trick is to not let it dictate your actions.